Gynoidsaph

I have an affliction. It’s something I try not to dwell on too often, try to push out of my mind. But on a night like tonight, my affliction refuses to be ignored.

I reluctantly walk into The Green Fairy, ashamed at my lack of control but also secretly delighted, as I always am in these moments of indulgence and weakness. It’s a sleazy overgrown shack of a bar in the G-District, nestled between abandoned buildings and run-down housing centers. Liquor licenses are normally extremely difficult to secure anywhere outside of A-District, making alcohol something only the rich normally indulge in. But The Green Fairy is about as far from “normal” as you can get, and alcohol is the least interesting product on the market. Continue reading “Gynoidsaph #1”→